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Apr 2
Most of our childhood memories were not printed on photos but in certain biscuits, comic books, sight of the playground where the noises still echoes in our ears, the hugs of our friends, the touch of our mother's care and concern when sickness troubled.
And slowly, we drifted away from the state of innocence with a stoical heart to face the music.
Transition Period. ❤
Ritz Writes
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Ritz Writes  24/F/Shillong
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